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You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against meYou have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing. You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded. You, pickin' on the weaker man
Well, you can take me down with just one single blow, But you don't know what you don't know..

 

Åh, herregud. Du är verkligen fin erica :)

men taack :) vem?